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I’ll dry my hair and put on the clothes I wore when I saw you last. I’ll shut the front door behind me, that doesn’t make enough noise to wake anyone up, but is loud enough to make me feel as if I'm listening from somewhere outside of my body. And I’ll walk away for miles and miles until I can’t hear the same sounds and it’s like there wasn’t any world before. And your promises and shards of glass leeched on me will turn to ice and melt in the gnawed, clawing shells of sunlight that I will find when I've left you behind, when the ghosts turn into the dust at my feet. And I can walk over them with almost no hunger pangs for home.
Hunger Pangs
By Zoe Lieb (copyright '08 )
My first ever published poem.
xxxkissmexxx added this comment 2008-07-04 02:18:55-05:00
very good =]
gothgirl added this comment 2008-07-02 22:56:17-05:00
great words..love this glog:)
xxxkissmexxx added this comment 2008-07-04 02:18:55-05:00
very good =]
gothgirl added this comment 2008-07-02 22:56:17-05:00
great words..love this glog:)